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Seril
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:13 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

On his walk, Rayjack attempted to hit Asuka with a projectile stone. Asuka laughed, and simply stepped backwards, then continued on his journey.

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Sway Back used, avoiding the one A-vote cast on Asuka by Rayjack.

R-vote goes to Nova for providing Asuka with a means of entertainment.

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0/9 WP
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Yoshi needed equipment. He had come with several bottle of "Koopa-shell Extract®," but he knew that likely wan't going to be enough. He started to move towards the lower decks of the ship, hoping he could find something, anything, that he could use to his own advantage.

What kind of useful thing could there possibly be on a ship like thi...

KA-WHAM!

Yoshi turned to see that a crate of some sort had just missed him, and had landed on some dude nearby. He looked up and noticed a rather large woman picking up a rather large crate.

Oh, now it's on.

Yoshi removed a small jar labeled "Koopa-shell Extract® — Yellow," and ran over towards the crates.

"Excuse me, madame," he said as he jumped into the air.

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't..." he said as he reached the height of his trajectory.

"...THROW BIG CRATES AT ME!" he said as he landed, causing a dust-cloud (despite the fact that there was nothing that dust could be kicked up from) and shockwave to go into the stack of boxes, destabalizing them.

The precarious stack teetered for a moment, and then proceeded to fall taking Brahne with it.

"God dammit!"

(Some random people were in the path of the falling boxes.)

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1 A-Vote to Brahne
1 A-Vote to Piastol
1 chained A-Vote to Terry
1 Element Barrier

A-Votes: 2/5
R-Votes: 5/5
JP: 2/5
WP: 5/5

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Finally getting around to it...

EDIT: Tossed in an Element Barrier and vote counts.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:17 pm    Post subject: 1-5 Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Sly heard footsteps coming down the hallway in front of him - a single individual, it seemed, and (fortunately) one of average weight and height. Sly pressed himself against the metallic wall and activated the invisibility as a muscular individual with blonde hair and plain-looking clothes rounded the corner.

Hm... this one seemed pretty safe - it might be interesting to see what he had to say. Sly emerged from the shadows a short ways in front of the man, but remained there, leaning against the wall in the dim incandescent glow of the overhead lights.

The man slowly came to a stop, blinking his eyes. "Uh... OK, this is pretty weird... "

Sly blinked. "You're talking about me."

"The kinda stuff you see in these things, I swear..." The man sighed. "Anyway, I'm Terry Bogard of Southtown USA, and I guess yer another one of those competitors."

"Sly Cooper." Sly looked at the man carefully, checking to see if he had anything with him of interest.

"And, yer a... raccoon, or something, I guess."

Sly nodded. Kind of odd that his accent was distinctly Southern, and yet obviously...

"Wait, you're from America?"

"Ain't that what I said?"

"Then how come I've never seen any of your species there..."

"You mean humans? Well, duh, I ain't from your world, coon. Just cause there's a US of A in your world doesn't mean it's the same as mine. Prob'ly means you're from one of those cartoons or som'thin..."

Terry paused and shook his head.

"... I need something to drink. I can kick yer butt some other time, I guess... good luck to ya."

Sly watched him recede down the hallway and around the corner out of sight.

Well, that was bizarre... but maybe Bentley would have something to say about it. In any event, Sly said as he looked at the pocket change and foreign-looking bills he had liberated from the man's pockets as he walked away, this individual ("human", or something) didn't seem to have any valuables on him anyway, so it hardly mattered.

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A-vote to Terry.
A-vote to Rayjack.

A-votes: 2/5
R-votes: 5/5
WP: 5/5
JP: 5/5
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

And just to throw off an ability or two...

Using Sway Back evading the A-Vote cast on Revan from Red (-5 WP)

Activating Element Barrier (-3 JP)

Sorry I haven't been posting story, just lack of inspiration + company over = bad combination. x_x
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:29 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Beep-beep...

"Interplanar Agent Ralph speaking. Ah, it's you, sir. Yes, things are going-" *BOOM* "-swimmingly. Literally. One or two of the contestants have decided to go for-" *CRASH* "-a little swim."

"Hmm? No, not much of a problem. Just a few explosions-" *SCREEEEEE* "-and a little bent metal here and there. I'm sure the technicians will-" *CRUNCH* "-be able to repair any damage in a short period of time."

"Yes, sir. As I assured you before, you may have complete confidence-" *SH-BOOM* "-in my skills."

"Yes. Thank you. Goodbye."
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:44 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

"Guri, you wimp!" Lisa whacked the bucket Guri was hiding under with her broom, even as Bud and Shizumaru continued battling Jedah after blocking the bloodspray. "Get out of there and HELP!"

"NO! Shut up, Kiba!" Guri snarled, his voice sounding tinny and slightly muffled.

"....How the HECK did you get THAT from 'Lisa'?" Lisa looked bewildered. "Oh, never mind....I gotta keep fighting!" She turned and ran back to take her place beside Bud. "I'm back!"

"Lisa, this is no time to - WHOA!" Bud and Lisa ducked as a fresh spurt of blood squirted their way; luckily, Shizumaru leapt in front of them in the next instant, swinging the Muramasa at Jedah. He grinned as the blade made another bloodless cut in Jedah's blue flesh, and pressed forward, driving it deeper into the demon, who grit his teeth and grabbed the sword in his hand, forcing it out of him, before stepping back to tear off a finger. Shizumaru managed to narrowly block the blood that gushed forward from it, taking a few steps back himself. Bud and Lisa scurried away to avoid being trampled.

"Okay, Lisa, this isn't looking good," Bud whispered to his sister as they watched - from a safe distance, naturally - Shizumaru and Jedah continue to fight it out.

"Yeah, I have to agree....even though I think Shizumaru IS a cut above most other warriors."

"...."

"What?" Lisa smiled angelically....which was almost scarier than her evil grin. Almost.

"You're nearly as bad as Lil' Cactus." Bud shook his head. "Anyway....I think it's time....for you know what," he intoned dramatically in a hushed voice.

"What are you TALKING about, Bud?" Lisa asked, baffled.

"THAT! You know....our ULTIMATE attack!" Bud waved his arms up and down. "You know what I mean!"

"Oh....OH! Yes!" Lisa grinned. "Shall we, then?"

"I think we shall." Bud raised his frying pan into the air, concentrating. "In dire need...."

"We call forth...." Lisa raised her broom as well.

"The power...."

"Of the PUMPKINS!" Bud finished, and the two vanished. In their place, a gigantic green jack-o-lantern with incandescent golden eyes appeared, bouncing across the floor towards Jedah. Hearing the sound behind him, Shizumaru whirled to see what was approaching. His eyes widened in horror, and he just barely managed to get out of the way in time, raising the Muramasa to block the bloodbath he knew was imminent. And sure enough, a tidal wave of crimson poured forth as the pumpkin smushed the blue demon. It then disappeared, and Bud and Lisa reappeared where they'd been before, smirking.

"Trick...."

"-or treat?" Lisa finished, looking quite deviously pleased with herself.

Their grins faded in the next instant, however, as Jedah reformed himself, looking somewhat less than pleased.

"Very amusing, children. However, allow me to give you a real treat."

None of them particularly liked the way he said that....

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1 R-vote to Cyan
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:46 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

"See what happens when you mess with -Big Joe-, pard? -hic- Hey wait a sec--" -Big Joe- began. Then the arm of his mecha slid off. As Cyan finished sheathing his sword, the Retort attack's effect became painfully clear: he had literally disarmed the machine.

In the midst of this, the rumbling that had been emanating from the stairwell, all but unnoticed by most of the bar's attendees, had been slowly but steadily increasing. Now, at its peak of ferocity (the liquor behind what remained of the bar had been trembling in its bottles for quite some time), the door to the stairs burst open, and in charged a quivering, jiggling mass of blue flesh, its tremendous bulk somehow awe-inspiring and disgusting at the same turn. It... well, she (as painful as it was to admit, that beast was indeed, undeniably, female) gasped for air for a few moments, then looked up... to see the Master Chief's assault rifle pointed directly at her. -Big Joe- levelled his remaining gun at the soldier's exposed side... yet at the edge of his peripheral vision he could see Red pointing his own revolver at the exposed cockpit. -Big Joe- cursed the designer of such a machine that would leave a person so painfully exposed to attack.

"Well, now, boys," -Big Joe- began. "Looks like we've got ourselves a Mexican standoff, don't we?"

"M... Mexican?" Cyan asked, perplexed.

"A region of my home planet," spoke Master Chief.

"Well... that's certainly enlightening, but I'm not certain precisely how it applies to this situation."

"I'll explain later. What I'm interested in is how a person from this world seems to know about Mexic--"

"WOULD YOU TWO CUT IT?" -Big Joe- yelled. "Now, if we could just calm down, put our weapons down, and -hic- try to get to the bottom of things, maybe, just maybe we can make it out of here alive, dig?"

"I'm down with that," Red said. Cyan nodded; the Chief seemed to be in agreement as well, beginning to lower his own weapon.

"Yo."

In the near-silent room, that word, coming from behind the massive blue woman echoed almost as loudly as the shot that followed.

Things began happening very quickly.

Rayjack twitched.
The shot missed, hit the wall, rebounded.
-Big Joe- pivoted.
Red fired, the slug impacting the side of the mecha.
Master Chief's shot hit the neo-retro jukebox, sending antiquated Ether Logic disc drive into motion.
Brahne charged, furious.
A sailor raised a barstool above Cyan's head.
-Big Joe- began to fire.
Master Chief took the shock of Brahne's charge head-on.
Another sailor yelled "BAAAAAAAAAAAAAARFIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!"
The music began to play.
The sailor brought the stool down, aiming for the back of Cyan's head.
Red drove his shoulder into the sailor's back, sending him tumbling.
Several more sailors finally rose from under their tables, holding a variety of weapons--ancient-looking pistols, heavy machineguns, broken beer bottles.
Red gave Cyan a thumbs-up.
Glass shattered.
Bullets whizzed.
Chaos reigned.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:04 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Akira's tranquil mood hadn't lasted long; the ship had already begun to shake frequently from the intensity of the various battles that were occurring on it. Instead of staring out into the ocean, she had begun to idly pace around the outer deck, wondering as to what her course of action should be.

For a selection of random people across universes--if that Ralph person is to be believed--they sure take to fighting pretty easily. Will this 'tournament' just be mindless conflicts in eye-pleasing locales? And what do I have to do to win? ...Furthermore, what will I do if I win?

Of course, even her semi-contemplative thoughts had come to a halt when she had heard that ear-splitting shriek that seemed to come from the bottom of the ship. It sounded like a little girl staring into the face of abject horror. Akira shuddered at the implications, but she ended up rushing downstairs to see what had caused the commotion. She seriously doubted a little girl had been down there screaming, but even the idea had been enough to warrant a look--just in case.

Likely not the best place for me to get into this mess... but I have to start somewhere, right?

As she came down to the lower hall where the cargo bay door resided, she immediately noticed that the sides of it were covered in some sticky liquid; however, the dim lighting obscured the color. But the scent was unmistakable--this was blood. After another mental shudder, Akira's mind focused into resolve as she stepped up to the door and pushed in on it.

It didn't budge-- In fact, it seemed like the fresh blood was actually keeping it locked in, which was theoretically impossible. After another push, Akira realized that the blood was actually being adhesive enough to keep the door closed, which didn't sit well with her at all. The sounds of explosions and the whistling of the air being cut reached her ears, beyond the door. There was indeed some sort of battle going on behind it.

For better or worse...

Akira sighed once. Then her palms were suddenly at the door as violet energy flared through her body, initiating one of her specialty techniques. A globe of white-purple energy expanded outwards through her hands and blew the door open with minimal resistance, also vaporizing the blood holding it in place and crushing the sides outwards. Steam and smoke filled the area due to the impact, and a forbidding -slam- of the door flying into some object soon came to the biker girl's ears.

Not shifting from her attack stance, Akira remained perfectly still as she waited for the steam and smoke to clear out. She sensed four--no, five entities in the room by hearing and by shadow, and at least one was moving and acting drastically less human than the others.

Then the smoke cleared away.

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A-Vote to Piastol, R-Vote to Sora.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Terry left the large raccoon and wandered into the Thames' cafeteria. He got a sandwich and a drink, then found somewhere to sit and eat. After a few minutes he noticed some people playing cards over in the corner. Shrugging his shoulders Terry walked over to the card players.

"You want in?" one of the players asked. He was a young man with tan skin and white hair.

"Sure," Terry said. "I'm Terry Bogard, by the way."

"I'm a probable retcon, based on the projected evolution of my series," the young man said.

"Sure, whatever."

The man dealt out the cards and he and Terry played a hand. Terry didn't really know the game, but he apparently managed to hold his own. After a long and enjoyable game, Terry found himself out of cards.

"I win," the young man smiled.

"JERK!"

Terry and his opponent looked up. Standing there was a blond man in a red jacket with an eyepatch over his left eye. He looked back at them, shrugged and gave a nervous laugh, then promptly turned around and ran away.

The young man picked up the cards and shuffled them. "Another game?" he asked.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

The twin's jack-o-lantern attack hit some other people.

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Vote dumping. Been a long day, and I don't think I'll get another post in tonight. Tomorrow morning, I have to take my dog to the vet, so I can't say if I'll be able to post or not. I'll be back sometime in the afternoon.

A-vote to Terry
A-vote to Piastol
A-vote to Nabeshin

R-vote to Lisa
R-vote to Shizumaru
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

The mysterious mists seemed to part before Paratroopa as he continued his flight from the female turtle. He was flying randomly, with no set direction or destination, merely desiring to save his own shell. He'd never seen the likes of that look before, but he knew it meant trouble when he saw it, and given how hard he was being chased, his initial hunch was correct. His small white wings flapped as fast as they could, but it was not enough. Sooner or later, she would catch him, and then the real trouble would start.

Indeed, mere moments after managing that thought, he came into another dry patch where the mists did not swirl in a seemingly endless manner. Off to his left he could see the hull of the Thames, distinct as it was, but straight ahead was Tama-chan, and hearts were still in her eyes.

"Myuh!" she gushed, if indeed it was possible for a hot springs turtle to gush.

Paratroopa gulped.

But perhaps luck was on his side in a backwards way, as at that moment, something emerged from the water below him. He almost thought that it was some kind of giant turtle monster, but of course that was preposterous. Either way, he had no time to react before he was grabbed and stuffed somewhere.

"Myuh!" was the last thing he heard, but this time it sounded more fearful. Then, blackness.

***

Hanging onto the back of the kart for dear life, Keitaro Urashima zoomed along, his life and fate completely in the hands of Toadette, who he was more and more certain had completely cracked despite her apparent young age. As usual, he was not entirely strange to the situation; his life and fate was often in the hands of female associates of his to various degrees, and despite his poor luck he was still alive (although it made him cringe to even think about that without even a shred of wood nearby to knock on to ward off any bad luck from thinking it.)

Once he was able to ride along without screaming at the top of his lungs, and without hanging onto the seat in a death grip, Toadette even gave him a crash course in filling in the gunner spot on a kart. All he got was the basics, shells and mushrooms, but he doled out a few of them to targets of opportunity, and to a couple of friendlies who he passed along the way.

Then, above the whir of the engine, the din that was the normal activity for the Thames, Keitaro heard the desperate "myuh!" from Tama-chan from somewhere nearby, and he knew immediately that there was trouble for his pet turtle.

Against the momentum that shoved him back into his seat, he leaned forward and tapped Toadette on the shoulder. "Tama-chan's in trouble!" he shouted. "Let's go that way!" And then he pointed off towards the starboard side of the Thames, the direction he heard the cry originate from. Toadette turned the wheel hard and zoomed off in that direction.

Rather than the slow agony he experienced earlier, suddenly time could not pass fast enough as he raced towards Tama-chan, who seemed to be in danger. What was threatening the turtle and what Keitaro could possibly do about it, he had not yet stopped to think, but something had to be done, because he only had Tama-chan around here, and the others certainly would not forgive him if the turtle disappeared.

On the starboard side of the ship - near where Keitaro first ran into Toadette, he noticed - it appeared quiet at first, but as they pulled up, the mists seemed to part, and they revealed... Keitaro stopped for a moment to scream.

They revealed two gigantic turtles. But not friendly turtles by any means. At least, he could tell that much because one of the large sea turtles held Tama-chan against her will and the other held Paratroopa. They were huge, had girth and strength, and didn't seem to want to let go. They were the first opponents Keitaro was going to have to face.

Toadette blanched at the sight. "Let's leave 'em, Keitaro. We don't need turtles now."

For a moment, Keitaro considered her offer, but then his stubborn determination (can also be read: unchecked madness) took over again. He leapt out of his seat and shook a fist at the two turtle monsters. "That's it! I'll save you, Tama-chan!"

Seeming to understand what he was saying, the monsters regarded him dubiously. Indeed, if Keitaro didn't know any better, he would have thought they (and Paratroopa and Tama-chan) were all laughing at him. Even Toadette seemed to be chuckling.

'I'll show them!' he thought as he grabbed a nearby dangling rope and leapt over the railing.

He soared through the air, the rope carrying him towards the monster that carried Paratroopa. 'I'm like Indiana Jones!' All was going well. Right when he was over top of the turtle monster's head, he let go and dropped down onto the big turtle.

Or at least, that was the plan, but his damp hands slipped on the equally damp rope, and instead he ended up tumbling through the air end over end, screaming, "Aaaaaaah!" as he plummeted.

But from all of the momentum from his whirling around, not to mention gaining speed thanks to gravity as he fell, and through an odd bit of luck, his whirling ended up with his head facing towards the sea as his feet hooked onto the top of the turtle's head, the force of which stunned the turtle such that it dropped Paratroopa.

It was not the end of the line for Keitaro, though. The same momentum that stunned the one turtle caused him to continue his arc as his feet caught around the turtle's head, and this sent him careening through the air, straight towards the head of the other turtle at a speed that a bystander might not have thought possible. Still screaming, the human projectile threw his arms in front of him to shield his face, and ended up executing a flying tackle straight into the other turtle's head.

While it may have incapacitated any normal human being, one thing Keitaro was not was a normal human being, thanks to his built-up toughness from all of the abuse that had been inflicted upon him (some of it deserved, most of it not.) The second turtle was knocked reeling and it let go of Tama-chan, who said "Myuh!" and flew off towards the boat again.

Keitaro, unhurt, fell towards the sea again, though it was a less acrobatic fall this time. Just when he figured he was going to hit the water and have to swim back to the boat, one of the turtle's flailing paws smacked him and he flew back to crash right over the railing that he'd first launched from.

Standing, trying to make it seem like that was what he meant to do all along, Keitaro stared down the two turtles. Or tried to, since he staggered as it made him a little dizzy. But the turtle monsters were dizzy, too, and in disbelief that one single human could cause them to release both of their prisoners like that. Each honked some kind of expression of respect and descended back into the water from which they came.

Toadette and Paratroopa stared at Keitaro in disbelief for a moment before hitting the thruster on the kart and jetting off as quickly as they appeared.

Tama-chan stared at Keitaro in disbelief. "Myuh?" she asked, continuing to stare.

Keitaro just stared at the spot where the turtles were. "I did it," he muttered, not quite believing the words himself. "I did it!" Louder this time. "I DID IT!"

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1 A-Vote on Rayjack
1 A-Vote on Terry doing a chain with Bud
1 A-Vote on Nabeshin
1 A-Vote on Bruce Wayne

Stats:

Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
0/5 A-Votes
3/5 R-Votes
2 WP
5 JP
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Sorry about earlier, took a bit longer than expected. I'm now typing at work, explaining my absence from mIRC (As it will in the next two rounds). But enough, time for a story post!

P.S. We'll have to wait until later Locke...

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"BAAAAAAAARFIGHT!" yelled out a sailor as he slammed a chair on someone.

Bullets whizzed through the air, and a honky tonk piano played in the background. Conker was still sitting in the bar, unfazzed. Still in his neo-esque attire he sipped his glass of scotch and put it down again. Bullets whizzed past his head, in which he returned fire with a single sub-machine gun burst. He kept his head turned to the bar as he did this.

Something seemed wrong about Conker though, he stood there motionless, occasionally grabbing his glass now and then. His sunglasses slid off, showing two extremely bloodshot eyes. Conker sniffed and drank from the glass again. This was his last sip, and dropped to the bar floor immediately after.

Conker is NOW DRUNK!

You have been warned.
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Nova stood at the furthest eastern point of the deck, catching her breath. She slowly levitated so her eyes were above the pile of crates she was hiding behind, then sighed in relief. Luckily, she had apparently lost Sora, and was now free to find Mokona…as well as her missing armor.

She slowly stepped out from behind the crates, and started heading back towards the elevator. If she knew anything about Mokona, he’d be in the least likely place she’d think of…and if anything, that described the Beer Hall perfectly.

As she stepped into the shadow of the massive pillar that held both the elevator and most of the vital rooms of the Thames, a purple-haired man stepped into sight – Mokona attached to his head. As he opened his mouth to speak he was interrupted by a loud crash.

Nova and the man looked up just in time to see several of the huge panes of glass on the third floor shatter and begin to fall.

“Miss, please get down!” the man shouted as he lunged at Nova. “Eternity Eight!”

Portions of the deck plates vanished in sprays of color as eight jade orbs began to rotate above Asuka and Nova. Nova threw an arm above her, creating a faintly-shimmering barrier of light just below the whirling orbs.

Mokona just jumped off Asuka’s head and said “Puu?”

Nova and Asuka both grimaced as the falling glass hit the combined barriers. The barriers actually lowered a few inches as the glass hit. Nova lowered her arm as she looked around. Around them was a perfect circle free of glass, whereas for a dozen feet beyond the circle was full of shattered glass. Nova gulped as she spied a particularly nasty piece, still as large as a man’s arm after hitting the ground.

“Thanks for the support” Nova said as she picked Mokona up. A thin stream of flame flowed between Mokona’s forehead gem and the gem on Nova’s hand. “Shido Nova, and I think you’ve already met Mokona.”

“I guess we’re both a bit more than we seem” Asuka smiled as he dissolved the orbs. “Tachibana Asuka. So, is that…Mokona…your Alter?”

“Alter?” Nova said as Mokona perched on her shoulder. “I’m not quite sure what you mean. Mokona’s the only Holy Beast on Cephi-“

Nova was interrupted as they both jumped at a loud shriek.

“That sounds like-“ Nova said as she looked around, trying to find the source of the scream.

“Trouble.” Asuka finished.

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A-vote to Jason Soe, who wasn’t quite so lucky with the falling glass.

R-vote to Asuka, who *was* quite lucky with the falling glass.
R-vote to Darth Malak, as even the most cold-hearted of the Sith can’t help but be touched by the powers of Mokona.

Activating Element Barrier.

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:41 pm    Post subject: sorry about the lateness Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

"Sea looks nice..." Jason said, staring at the ocean.

"Yup. Weathers good too." The parrot on his shoulder stated. It was indeed hard to predict what Vader's form would be in different worlds. "So, what's the plan of action?"

"For now, rest. " He answered. He had just retrieved the bag from Rikku when Ralph had arrived. Knowing he was over a day late in returning to the lab, he decided the tournament would be a good excuse fo his tardiness. "I've been travelling a bit too much, and I'd like to lay down in an actual bed."

"True. Though don't you think we should mingle a little?"

"Not yet. I have a headache again."

Vader's eye's widened. "...Oh."

"Don't worry, I'll get used to them." He ran his hand along his currently green feathered friends head and neck, trying to dismiss his worries. "It's my own fault anyway, so forget about it. Now, if I remember Xenogears right, the infirmary is the third floor from the top..."

"What kind of talents do you have?"

"Aw, crap." Jason cursed to himself as he darted forward, shifting his P.E.R.C. behind him as a flash of red crashed against it. Adding another two meters of distance between him and his attacker, Jason saw he was a man in red. The lower half of his face was covered in a mask, while the upper half was pale white with black tatoos ruinning across his head. The most notable part about this man however, was the red lightsaber in his hands. "No way in hell this guy's a Jedi. Just my luck to run into a Sith Lord."

"I'm curious to what kind of abilities you people contain. You don't seem strong in the force, but if what our gracious host said is true, everyone here is supposed to very... 'talented' in the art of combat." The artificial voice of Darth Malak explained. Taking a few steps forward promted Jason to draw the Neutron Blade.

"...What the heck? No use trying to avoid it."

"Purple! Beast! Specterrier!" Vader started spasming, and before Malak could understand what was happening, The bird/dog's body evaporated, leaving behind a purple mist. In the next five seconds, a head, two front legs, and a set of glowing discs that could be seen as eyes took shape from the cloud. The lower half of the body was almost conic in shape, bending at several points and ending in an almost flame like point.

The Sith's eyes widened in curiousity. "Good. Now show me your talents!"
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Jason has revealed a new spell! Purple, Beast, Specterrier! When Cast, Vader's body becomes immaterial. Almost ghostlike. While Harmless to physical level, Vader can attack a person mentally by entering their mind and assaulting them telepathically, causing the victim to become discoordinated, and possibly even pass out.

However, Jason has brought this form out for it's second ability. By entering Jason's head, Vader can defend his master from telepathic assaults, such as mind reading, or manipulation.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

It's Just Business 1-2 - Dark Knight vs. Jedi Knight (part 1?)

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It was rare that Culex, whenever he gazed at a mortal; saw a fascinating destiny both behind him and in front of him-- yet as he strode across the deck toward a human clad in robes he recognized as from the Jedi Order-- he beheld just that.

The Jedi had his back toward him, looking across the deck toward yet another fit, one that had just minutes before involved him; but his companion, a dark reddish-brown armored construct, saw him approaching.

"Notification: There is a purple-colored inorganic approaching you, Master. Shall I tell him you are busy, or should I blast him and save you the trouble?"

Revan smiled and turned around, eyes widening for just a moment as he tried to place Culex among the aliens he had known, and failed. "No, HK-47, that won't be necessary. Not everyone is out to get us, after all."

The tall droid's head turned toward Culex, then back toward Revan. "Statement: That is unfortunate, master. I so enjoyed the many meatbag attempts on your life."

The Jedi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Were you hoping one of them would succeed?"

HK-47's eyes flickered in feigned shock. "Negative, master! I--"

"Enjoyed the challenge?" finished Culex, completing the droid's statement. "I cannot see your destiny, of course, as you are a robot of some kind... but any skilled warrior can recognize another."

"Correction: Robot? No, inorganic. I am a droid. And a very efficient Hunter-Killer droid, at that."

"Made, of course, by the most skilled of technicians, correct?" added Revan, and HK-47 swiveled back toward him.

"Of course, master. But that goes without saying."

"...anyway," said Revan, turning back toward Culex, "...enough about that. Let's get back to the task at hand."

"Statement: That is not humorous, master."

The crystalline knight bowed toward Revan politely. "Greetings, Revan. I am Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda. I have crossed into this dimension... to fight in a tournament against the strongest Knights. I wish to challenge you."

The Jedi Master raised his other eyebrow. "Oh? Challenge me? That sounds suspiciously... Sith, doesn't it, HK-47?"

Revan was half-joking; and assassin droid dryly replied, "Rebuttal: No, master. It sounds like a wonderful opportunity to blast a meatbag... or, in this case, an inorganic." He appeared to stop and ponder that over, then his eyes shimmered again. "Irrelevant. It is the blasting that is important."

Culex's own eyes glowed, in almost the same shade as HK-47's. "Very well. Do you accept my challenge?"

Revan nodded. "I do." He unhooked his lightsaber from his belt and ignited it; HK-47 retrieved his blaster carbine and loaded a power cell into it.

The Dark Knight's eyes looked over the glowing energy blade, and after a moment he nodded, creating one long crystal sword in his left hand, and simply extending the claws of his right. He stepped forward, raising his right hand up in a sort of martial arts block, and looked over both his opponents. "Then... en garde!"

Revan immediately raised his hand, summoning the Force to enhance his speed and reflexes; the droid wasted no time in levelling his blaster at Culex and firing pinpoint blasts at the Knight, who made a slashing motion downward with his arm and blocking the first shot, and his summoned Fire Crystal absorbed the last two.

The Jedi Knight thrust his free left hand forward, and summoned the Force to push him back... but Culex didn't move at all, and Revan blinked. He shook his head and gripped his saber in both hands, preparing to strike; HK-47 switched to the carbine's rapid fire and shot again, two blaster bolts screaming past the Fire Crystal-- it had only managed to block one-- one missed the unflinching crystal Knight, but the other hit Culex in the chest, and the impact shoved him backward. Culex narrowed his eyes at the droid and swung his sword at length at it, and a gigantic magical stone of fire swooped down at HK-47. At the last moment the skilled Hunter-Killer jumped sideways and rolled away to the side, taking only the most superficial of surface damage.

Revan gathered the Force within him again and propelled himself up into the air, and then down; swinging his saber in a deadly arc downward. Yet to his surprise Culex's crystal free hand rose up to block it head-on, and the glowing blade intersected with the side of his hand. The second of impact seemed to drag... and then suddenly the lightsaber beam exploded, sending molten shards of light and plasma scattering about on the deck. The Jedi Knight stared at the handle in shock; in all his travels, he'd never seen that happen--

No, that wasn't entirely true. He had heard of a Jedi-hunting creature, of a species nearly as old as the Republic; a serpent-like monster with scales like silicon, proof even against a lightsaber blade. He narrowed his eyes... as he hit the ground his Force-enhanced legs propelled him backward, evading even Culex's blindingly fast counterattack, and re-ignited his lightsaber-- but he knew it wouldn't help.

"Culex... I have to admit I'm surprised. I can't sense the Force within you at all, and aside from a few materials I've never seen anything a lightsaber can't cut." He glanced pointedly at the blade of light.

Culex nodded, politely stopping his attack-- at least against Revan; his summoned his Wind Crystal to join in the fight against the rapid-firing sniper droid-- and gave his reply. "The Force, as your Order will learn in several thousand years, is shared among living beings by creatures called 'mitichlorians.' ...yes, it does indeed fly in the face of both the logic and the spirit of your order; such is the way of your universe. As I am not, in your sense, a living thing... I have no tie to the Force." His expression didn't change-- though it rarely did-- as Revan nodded, thinking that over. "As to your sword of light... I am surprised as you are. I've never been struck by one either."

Revan chuckled at that, but after a moment turned back to HK-47. "No Force, and no lightsaber... HK-47, if I remember, you're carrying something for me?"

The assassin droid's eyes lit up. "Exclamation: Yes indeed, master! And let me say I am overjoyed by your choice."

The Jedi could only shake his head as HK-47 retrieved his vibrosword. "You know, Mission has been talking about programming a Mercy Protocol for y--"

"Objection: Master! I am shocked that you would even consider such a--"

Culex politely coughed, and Revan chuckled. "Good point. HK-47?" He waiting until the droid had finished preparing his vibroblade, the masterfully made ceremonial sword given to Zaalbar and then lent to him, and then pulled it with the Force into his hand, twirling it about with exceptional skill. After its last arc he spun and levelled it toward Culex, who only nodded.

Revan concentrated on the Force again, using it to increase his strength and and mental focus, and thus inspired took the attack. He lunged at Culex, erupting into a flurry of attacks; the first one struck past Culex's guard and screeched against his crystal skin, but the next strike met the Dark Knight's amethyst sword and deflected. Culex stretched out his free hand and a spray of stars and light blasted toward Revan, who was flung backward and into the side of the ship; but he rose and used a bit of the Force to heal that sudden pain.

HK-47, meanwhile had his hands full, shooting at the rapidly evading elemental crystals. The Fire Crystal projected a lesser ball of flame at the droid, who quickly activated the energy shield in his torso unit, negating it and the subsequent blazing arc of light that might have sliced into the droid's vital systems... but before he could recharge his shield the Wind Crystal crackled, gathering energy. A jagged lightning bolt ripped from the otherwise cloudless sky and into the droid, who shuddered under the impact.

"Ooh. Master?" he warbled, twitching under the electrical force; Revan, distracted, missed a parry and was knocked off his feet by the much stronger Dark Knight, but used the Force to recover a meter before being knocked off the ship.

"HK-47, I'm bus--"

"Masteeeerrr! Notification, master, my syyystems aren't shielded against currents like thaaaat!"

Revan, despite his circumstances, managed a smile, and tossed an advanced repair kit with the Force to his companion. Immediately afterward Culex attacked again as he approached, firing another barrage of starry energy; Revan used a Force Leap to jump high above it, and so was struck only by a handful-- though the barrage of superhot projectiles kept going.

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Breakpoint for now. Onyx can continue this (or not, no biggie).

A-vote to Piastol
A-vote to Darth Revan


R-vote to Sly Cooper

More later, hm.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:45 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Somewhere along the line during the course of the round, two massive rips in space-time were cleaved by the wrath of the awesome power of the -PLOT DEVICE FAIRY-. And through one these two gaps there went the fairy's weapon of choice: the -Warthog of DOOM-, driven by Seifer Almasy once more. It squished Rayjack before returning to the place from whence it came.

The second rip in space time, also cleaved by the fairy, happened to be right in front of the Master Chief as he fired on some enemy in the bar/cafeteria/battlefield. these bullets then shot out of another hole in space time, and hit Terry Bogard. They hurt, a lot.

Space time sealed up once more, and things resumed as they were.

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D +01 hours: 22 minutes:20 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock)/ Salvage ship Thames, Xenogears universe

Bullets flew, pinging off John's armor as the Chief ducked and dove, throwing up a table to absorb three bursts of gunfire from three sailors. Another burst pinged off John's armor, the bullets richocheting and striking the huge, fat woman-like creature who had slammed him moments before. John spun in the direction of the shooter, plugging two bursts into the sailor. Normally, he wouldn't fire on humans, but in this case, it seemed justified. Besides, they weren't UNSC; they wouldn't be fighting the Covenant.

The sailor fell, clutching his chest, and John leaped across the room. He spotted at least a dozen contacts, if not more, mosly gun-toting sailors, along with the strange, pink-suited and armored man "Big Joe" and the woman-thing.

The Chief rolled onto his feet near the dead sailor and snatched up his machinegun, holding it like a child's toy. Crouching behind a table, he began to pick off targets.

John selected those wielding the heaviest firearms as his initial targets. The revolver-wielders were less of a threat, and the sailors with the broken bottles or other improvised weapons were almost not worth considering at the moment. John opted to use both the hevay machinegun and the MA5B in concert, dual wielding them to maximum effect.

The MA5B barked repeatedly, putting bullets into the heavily armed sailors, while the machinegun sprayed suppression fire. Sailors odve for cover, but the majority of the heavily armed men fell beneath the barrage of gunfire. Corpses lay sparawled along the deck as John crouched behiind his table, swiftly reloading his MA5B and discarding the machingun. He was down by two magazines, so now he only had, at most, 120 rounds left for that rifle. Maybe enough, maybe not. The M6D was empty - his scuffle with the one named "Red" had cost him all of his ammo.

John put the rifle over his shoulder and brough the M90 down, feeling the solid weight of the 8-guage pump action. A quick recheck of the weapon showed it was loaded, and John peeked around the edge of the table as the battle raged.

Cyan and Red had thrown aside their differences, apparently, and were working together to fend off sailors attacking them with melee weapons. The woman-creature was busy crushing another sailor beneath her feet, and Big Joe shot wildly into the air.

John spotted his helmet laying discvarded on the floor, and made a break for it. His enhanced muscles hurled him across the rcafeteria, and he scooped up the helmet before anyone could respond. Big Joe spun on him as he scrambled behind another table, the huge powered-armor's bullets tearing the floor up behind John.

Behind his cover, John popped the helmet back on and resealed it, glad for the protection and the added benefits the HUD would provide. His motion detector went active, and he scanned the room, detecting at least eight remaining threats. Two - Cyan and Red - he designated as friendlies. The ally of an ally, John figured, was his ally.

"Cortana, we need to stop that powered armor," John said quickly as he leaned around the table. He had to duck back as more bullets from Big Joe tore up the area nearby. The huge powered armor stalked forward, the pilot laughing in his odd accent.

"Who do you think you're dealing with?" Cortana replied, sounding amused. "Whatever passes for a computer around here is no match for my intrusion software."

An instant later, Big Joe roared in confused fury as his Gear stopped moving.

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Ammo count:
M6D - empty
MA5B - Two magazines remaining, 120 shots
M90 shotgun - twelve shells loaded, tweny four extra

A-votes:
Rayjack
Terry
Brahne

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:02 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Kitchen Sink (JP version) on Terry, making it move #2 in the chain.

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:07 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Using WP Kitchen Sink on Terry, continuing the existing chain

Using JP Element Barrier

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Carefully looking around him, Sly opened the door to the stairway and took a few steps upward... but, before he could get any further, he heard something very loud trotting down the steps at breakneck speed. Sly opened the door behind him to retreat just as a large green blur came flying down the steps and out into the hallway just behind him.

"Watch where you're..." Sly stared at the green creature the stood before him... which appeared to be some sort of bizarre green-skinned creature with two legs and a massive head. "Whoa, and I thought those pink guys were pretty weird."

"Who're you calling 'weird', hm?", cried the creature in a (rather annoying) loud, high-pitched tone.

"Calm down... er, whatever you are."

"I'm a dinosaur! Name's Yoshi, and don't you forget it! So don't mess with me, 'cause I'm a mean fighter."

Sly stared at the creature. While it was about six feet tall, the creature's rather stubby front limbs hung awkwardly at his sides... and his blunt teeth were anything but menacing. He looked like he would have a hard time even standing up with the huge head. And on top of it all, a worn-looking saddle was strapped to his back. Obviously a pack animal of some sort...

Sly tapped Yoshi on the nose a couple times with his cane. "Right, absolutely ferocious, I can tell." Yoshi's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Anyway, why don't you stay down here for a while, and if I have something heavy I need to move around, I'll give you a -"

But all of a sudden, the dinosaur's mouth opened wide and a long, red tongue shot out of it - and before Sly could so much as think, the sticky projectile had wrapped completely around his arms and chest, and with a sudden jerk the raccoon felt himself pulled directly into the creature's mouth.

What happened next was almost as fast, and sort of a blur. Sly felt the tongue loosen and unwrap itself from around him, but this was little consolation as he was crushed from all sides by the wet sticky insides of the creature's belly. Seconds later he felt squeezed in one direction, and almost instantly a hardened substance began to form all around him, forming within seconds a rigid chamber encasing his curled body. And scarcely had that finished when he felt himself free fall for about an instant before slamming hard into some sort of surface with a metallic clatter.

Gasping for breath, Sly struggled to find a way - any way - to break free of his prison, hopeless as it seemed, pushing outward at both ends as forcefully as he could. With some relief, the ends gave way slightly with a faint cracking noise, but didn't quite break... and grabbing his cane (which luckily was still pinned at his side) he began pressed it against the hard surface, eventually (after a few seconds) managing to break loose a small piece and allowing in a shaft of light. With that piece dislodged, though, he was quickly able to break the rest of the shell and stand up to find himself back in the hallway, staring at the face of a very content-looking Yoshi.

"... Ugh." The thief shook himself to try to flick some of the sticky moisture off his body, but it hardly made any difference. "That's just disgusting." He looked down to see the shards of a white eggshell with pale green spots covering it covering the floor around him. Ick, ick, ick...

"Yoshi!!!!" cried the dinosaur, as he jumped up and down a few times, spinning in circles. "I told you I was a good fighter. Believe me now?"

"You... caught me by surprise. You won't be so lucky this time."

Sly stood up and in a sudden motion swung his cane at the dinosaur's head. But Yoshi just calmly reared his head back to avoid the blow, and as soon as the danger had passed fired his tongue out again and wrapped it around the raccoon's midsection, snapping him right back into his mouth. This time, however, with his arms unpinned Sly was unable to hold onto the cane and it dropped with a clatter to the ground.

And, of course, the whole sordid process repeated itself... except it seemed to stall midway through, as no shell seemed to be forming form this time.

"Do you give up now?" an oddly distorted voice resonated through to Sly's ears. The thief tried to struggle, but again it was to no avail...

"I can wait around all day like this... it's not as if I haven't done it before..." Yoshi continued.

Exasperated and trying to avoid panic, Sly stopped momentarily... and moments afterward felt the shell build up around him and the egg drop again to the ground. But before he could even begin to try to escape he heard a pounding on the outside of the shell, and the dark enclosure cracked around him.

Again, Sly stood up to find himself staring at his dinosaurian rival - who this time was holding out his cane, offering it to him. Sly reluctantly reached out to accept it.

"Hey, I have an idea," Yoshi exclaimed, jumping up and down. "Why don't we team up!"

"...You must be kidding." Sly looked at him incredulously.

"Hey, why not? If we're not fighting anymore, we can help each other out!"

"Well..." Sly looked around. There were certain advantages to teaming up with a rival, as he'd found out before. "Alright. I'll help you out from now on whenever I get the chance. But, I'll be doing my own thing most of the time, so don't think I'll be following you around... or you following me around."

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R-vote to Yoshi.

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Before-bed dump~

R-vote to:
Conker (don't get too drunk, now)

A-votes to:
Khrima
Nabeshin
Batman


Using Jutsu Magician: reflect Revan's vote onto Piastol

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All of a sudden all the lights on the Thames went out. A moment later even the sun in the sky was hidden behind a veil of darkness. Out of all this blackness a single spotlight shone down on the center of the ship’s main deck. There was a loud rumbling sound as a hatch opened in the deck, allowing a large cargo elevator access to the surface.

Standing atop the elevator was an attractive young woman with short silver hair and blazing red eyes. She was clad in a simple tan bikini, with a loose sarong wrapped around her waist. Bending over at the waist she reached down to the floor and picked up a bowl full of Jell-O. Straightening up she smiled and winked at the crowd of onlookers.

Every eye on the Thames was locked intently on the woman as she reached down to her waist and untied her sarong. The light garment quickly came undone and floated down to the floor. With the sarong gone, the young woman’s bikini bottoms were in full view. A cursory glance at her crotch revealed…





…exactly what one would expect a young woman’s bikini-clad crotch to look like. Nothing more, nothing less.

Looking up at the crowd, the woman winked and tossed the bowl of Jell-O over the side of the ship. “Just kidding,” she said with a smile. The elevator descended back into the ship as the normal lighting returned.

Razz with movement!Razz with movement!Razz with movement!
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Mmm. Sleep.

A-vote to Nabeshin
A-vote to Bruce Wayne
A-vote to Khrima

R-vote to Shizumaru
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It is a strange feeling, not knowing if your fate is what you make it or if your fate makes you. I've seen the peaks of the Spine of the World, the depths of the Nine Hells, and seen the most majestic and beautiful things my world has to offer, and with nothing more than my friends to get me there.

But yet, leaning against the vessels's rails, feeling the warm wind caress my skin, I felt more free and more alive than since I first stepped foot onto the warm earth of the surface. A new world, new faces, new things to experience, and this time all alone.

Was it fate?

I think so. My world has never been calm, or quiet, or peaceful. The moment I stepped out of the drow city of Menzoberranzan, forsaking my name and my kin, my life has been encased in pain, death, fear, frustration, and agony.

When Ralph offered me an escape from all of that, I had to take it. I had to see if my life could be lived in peace, if I could exist in a world where chaos and murder weren't a part of my daily routine.

I had to have hope.


Drizzt noticed the human with the odd faceplate eyeing him for some time, but didn't reveal his awareness of the orange-clad man. Instead, he gazed out into the open dunes, the brilliant sun glaring down on him in a way that usually would have curled his toes on any other day.

He heard commotion all about, the other tournamentgoers already finding new ways to stir up trouble. He disregarded it. This day, he was going to enjoy. A beautiful view, the blowing desert winds, and the freedom to have all the time in the world and nothing pressing to do with it was too much to pass up.

He heard the missile coming, but even his keen drow relexes couldn't dodge the flying crate that had been mysteriously hurtled at him. He did, however, manage to move to his right enough to only take the blow in his shoulder, his magical anklets providing him with lightning speed as he used the momentum of the impact to roll down across the deck and come up to his feet.

A massive, hulking humanoid stood a deck above him, laughing a thick, guttural bellow of a chortle that made Drizzt want to cover his ears.

"Quite a site, isn't she?"

Drizzt looked down and saw a robed figure approaching, his face concealed by an orange mask that Drizzt couldn't place.

"I've seen demons far worse than that."

The robed figure nodded, a small chuckle barely audible above the roaring of the ship's engines.

"I don't doubt you have. My name is Revan, Jedi Master."

Drizzt bowed.

"Drizzt Do'Urden, Ranger of Melikki."

Revan lifted his hood, and reached up to his mask.

"I don't think I'll need this thing anymore. Tell me, Drizzt, what do you know of the Jedi?"

Drizzt shook his head.

"I am unfamiliar with that name."

Revan nodded, his arms crossing over his chest.

"Understandable. Those are fine weapons at your side."

Drizzt drew Icingdeath and Twinkle so quickly that even Revan's Force-enhanced vision found it difficult to fathom.

"This one," Drizzt said, raising a blue-tinged scimitar in front of himself, "is Twinkle. And this," Drizzt said, lowering the first blade and raising the second, "is Icingdeath, taken from the tomb of the great white wyrm of the North."

"Fine weapons, indeed. I trust you know how to wield them?"

Drizzt grinned at Revan, knowing full well that the mage knew Drizzt was no mere swordsman.

"I'll take that smirk of your's as a yes, then. Well, I happen to be skilled with a blade myself."

Revan reached into his cloak and produced a metal cylinder with odd switches and lights on it. He thumbed a large black switch on the side, and with a hiss that startled the rarely-surprised drow, a blue beam of pure energy hummed out of the end of the cylinder.

"A lightsaber, my elven friend. Pure energy, weightless. The Jedi's weapon."

Drizzt's eye were widened, but he quickly adjusted to the situation.

"Incredible."

Revan smiled, a friendly smile that Drizzt did not expect.

"I'm sure those blades have a bit of incredulity themselves."

Drizzt nodded. His blades had deflected far worse things than beams of light in the heart of the Underdark.

"Care to test your skill? A friendly spar, no more. I'd love to see just how quickly you can move those blades."

Drizzt smirked. Friendly spar was somewhat of an oxymoron to an elf who had seen the largest portion of his life filled with violence and despair. He hadn't raised his blades for anything but destruction since his years with Zaknafein, when he was barely fifty years old.

Drizzt remembered his days with Zak, his father. He was training Drizzt to be a Weaponsmaster, and his father indeed was the best warrior in the city of 35,000 cutthroat murderers. He remembered those years training with Zak as some of the best of his life.

"I simply hope you can keep up," Drizzt said, a grin sweeping over his ebon face. His scimitar clashed with Revan's lightsaber, sending sparks out across the deck of the ship.

Drizzt looked at his blade for a moment, and saw that the edge was perfectly sharp and intact.

"Good blades, Ranger!"

"You haven't yet seen them move, Jedi!"
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"DUCK, Lisa!" Bud pushed his sister down onto the floor as another vermilion jet shot straight at them. He was just in time, as it flew mere inches above them, splashing against the door behind them. Jedah scowled and tore another chunk of his wing off, but the blood was blocked once more by Shizumaru's Muramasa, and the two began their battle anew as Bud and Lisa crawled away, looking shaken. Not far from them, the bucket Guri was hiding under rattled a bit.

"Why won't this guy....just DIE already?" Bud muttered. Lisa bit her lip as she watched Shizumaru and Jedah clash. She hated to admit it, but it didn't look too good for their side. Nothing she and Bud did, not even their best attack, seemed to do any real damage, and even if Guri had assisted them, it wouldn't have helped. Shizumaru's sword seemed to be working well, but she knew that he could only hold out so long....and the blue demon didn't seem to be tiring at all. He only seemed to grow angrier as the battle went on.

And if there was one thing Lisa knew, it was that an angry demon was not a good thing, by any stretch of the imagination.

"Bud?"

"Yeah, Lisa?"

"If....if we don't make it through this -"

"Lisa, what are you talking about? Don't say things like that!" Bud looked alarmed. "You're not giving up, are you? Come on, of course we're going to make it! We have to! We can't die till we've taken over the world with pumpkins!" He smiled faintly at her. "And besides, remember what Gaeus said? That I'd be a famous sorcerer in seventy years or something, and go on an adventure with a Jumi? I don't think he'd lie to me!"

"Yeah, but Bud, he didn't count on something like this happening, I don't think!" Lisa looked down, an almost nauseated, yet resigned, look on her face. "And it really doesn't look good for-"

A forbidding -slam- drowned out the rest of what Lisa was saying, as the door burst off its hinges and flew forward into several innocent barrels. Shizumaru and Jedah paused in their assault on each other, clearly confused about what had caused it to happen. Bud and Lisa turned their heads to look at the doorway, and even Guri peeked out from under his bucket to see what was going on.

"Lisa, who's that?" Bud tugged on Lisa's sleeve and pointed to where they could just barely make out the silhouette of someone entering the room where the door had been as the smoke cleared.

"Whoever it is, they just opened a way out for us!" Lisa leapt to her feet, no longer looking despondant. "RUN FOR IT!"

That was all Bud and especially Guri needed, as they followed Lisa in a mad dash out of the hole the mysterious figure had blasted in the wall. Shizumaru hesitated for the barest half-second, then swung the flat edge of the Muramasa at Jedah's midsection, knocking the unprepared demon into the piles of cargo behind him, ending in a loud -thunk- as he hit the back wall. By that time, Shizumaru was already running, and had grabbed Akira's arm, pulling her along with him as he followed the twins and Guri. He had no idea who she was - yet - but had no desire to leave her behind at the mercy of the demon he'd been battling. Jedah likely wouldn't be slowed down for long....but at least they could possibly get a safe distance away in the meantime, and into a better-lit and more populated section of the ship so that he'd have difficulty locating them in the crowds.

With any luck, that is....

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Carly, Kyo, I leave it up to you to continue this, if you so desire. :E

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Batman stood there. And stood there. And stood there. Soon, he caught scurvy. Ouch.


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A-vote to Batman. Scurvy continues the chain.
R-vote to Dark Malak.
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Kitchen Sink (WP version) on Batman, #3 in the chain.
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R-vote to Keitaro, for doing a marvelous job with my little puppets.

A-vote to Batman, to continue the chain.

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A quick post to get some A-Votes out.

1 A-Vote to Terry.
1 A-Vote to Batman, continuing yon chain.
1 A-Vote to Piastol.
1 A-Vote to Brahne.

1 R-Vote to Revan.

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1 R-Vote to Revan, activating a chain with Drizz't.

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Yeah, sounds good to me.

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Some R-Votes

R-Vote to Keitaro (Love Hina is > j0)
R-Vote to Darth Malak (because KotOR is taking away so much of my attention...)
R-Vote to Revan (that I can't even focus on this tournament) (apparently chained)
R-Vote to Batman (Poor guy, here's some fresh fruit to counteract that scurvy)
R-Vote to Piastol (Just to be weird Razz)

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Malak looked at the boy before his gaze swept to the dog before him. "Interesting." Quickly, however, he shifted into his duelling stance, his eyes locked on Jason's blade. Most vibroblades were reinforced to withstand the cutting power and heat of a lightsabre, and Malak knew that a few good slashes would do as much damage as the Jedi blade.

The Sith took a few steps forward. "You know about my kind, even though you are obviously not from my galaxy? How do you know about the..."

"Sith?" Jason countered, "That's my little secret. But I know all about the Sith... and about you."

Malak's eyes closed, as another vision took him. Jason had seen another Sith, one clad in black armor and wielding a red blade of energy. He had also seen...

"Revan!" The red-armored man took a menacing step closer. "You have seen him, alive!" The mechanical implants adjusted for his lack of breathing, allowing him to continue speaking. "How? Where?"

Jason brandished his blade. "I don't need to tell you."

Malak snarled. "If you don't want to tell me, then I will rip that knowledge from your mind." He raised his hand, and his will bent the Force around the boy, reaching into his thoughts...

...and was foiled by Vader. The now-ghostly canine flew into Jason's brain, and there stopped the Force from prying too deeply. At the same time, however, it couldn't stop Malak from learning one crucial piece of information. He has been in these tournaments before.

So, with no way to pry the information, Malak ignited his lightsabre and leaped high into the air. Jason followed his movement, then raised his blade as Malak descended.

There was a shower of sparks and steam, as lightsabre intersected with neutron blade. The Sith then spun around and slashed horizontally, which was again blocked. Jason took the initiative, swinging down with his own weapon and nearly hitting the Sith. However, Malak used his incredible dexterity to grab Jason's swordarm in mid-swing.

For a moment, they both stood there, Jason thinking of ways to salvage the situation, while Malak's eyes closed in concentration. The boy swung around with one of his hands, and punched Malak in the face. Or... so he would have, but the blow stopped millimeters from the Sith lord's face.

His eyes opened. His voice was still the cold grating of metal, but there seemed to be a tone of regret in his voice. "This battle will end in a draw. Our destinies have not yet been fully wrought. However..."

Malak's left hand, the one that was still grasping Jason's forearm, crackled with energy, and Malak flung the boy back with the sheer voltage of his Force Lightning. "The vision ended before we both walked away. I believe that you were to be hurt quite a bit more than this by the end of it." The energy continued to crackle, and Malak took a step forward, his half-cloak rippling in the minor shockwaves.

To his surprise, however, Jason was smiling. "And what about your own condition?"

Malak seemed slightly intrigued. "That was not revealed. Judging by your current performance, however, it would appear that I would leave unharmed."

Jason could only chuckle. "You haven't experienced Alchemy, have you?"
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R-vote to Asuka, again, to be described at a later date.
A-vote to Jason Soe (Duelling hurts, especially with the Sith)
R-vote to Jason Soe (But not too much, of course)
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"I understand completely," Yoshi responded.

"Good..." Sly said hesitantly. He was still a bit shocked, unnerved, and a little repulsed by what just happened.

"If I ever see you're in a pinch, I'll do something about it."

"Like that would ever happen... again..." Sly said under his breath. Yoshi ignored it.

"I don't suppose you know where I could get some equipment?" Yoshi inquired.

"Yeah. Keep going down the stairs. There's a busted up room down there. It's probably pretty picked over by now, though."

"Right. Thanks. See you around."

Yoshi handed Sly a small, corked test-tube of a bright red liquid and continued down the stairs.

Sly stuffed the tube in his pocket and continued up the stairs.

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Yoshi reached the room that his procyonid ally had directed him to. He was right it had been pretty well picked over. Fortunatly, Yoshi had some unique digestive abilities at his disposal. He ingested various pieces of scrap metal. Several minutes later, he had several steel-filled eggs, just waiting to be thrown at or dropped on somebody.

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1 R-Vote to Sly Cooper

A-Votes: 2/5
R-Votes: 4/5
JP: 2/5
WP: 5/5

Sly Cooper now has a vial of "Koopa-shell Extract® — Red," which allows for a one-shot fireball. Great for distracting things. Unfortunatly, he doesn't know this.

Yoshi now has several steel-filled Yoshi eggs.
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Using JP Blue Water on Malak (just to make sure he makes it out of the round) (2 JP)

1 R-Vote to Queen Brahne (ditto)
1 R-Vote to Master Chief (you CAN survive the first round! ;))

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Session Three: The Edward Who Stole Those Gears

Every person on the ship seemed occupied a lot. And Ed, who was standing around, was not! Her eyes darted around, looking for any eyes turning, for she had a plan, and witnesses she was not yearning! The plan in her head formed as the cogs and wheels turned. Soon, she would have these gears – the desire for them burned!

So silently she crept, for she could not be seen. With these gears she will be envied – all who wanted them would be green! She looked to the left, and there was only Ein there. And then to her right, and nobody seemed to care. And slowly, she reached out a hand, taking much care. These actions of hers, they were quite a dare!

Then Ein barked a bark, and this bark was loud. Edward stopped, and began looking around. But the bark was meaningless… it was only sound. TOMATO began to do the work. It hacked and it hacked, and the gear made a jerk! It was huge and it was sparkly and it was very nice. Ed’s eye’s shined – she wanted two more, or even thrice! This taste was much better then sweet beef and rice!

TOMATO opened the mech and Ed climbed right inside. Ein resisted for a moment, but since it was Ed, he just had to abide. The controls of the mech were most complex indeed, but this was Ed we’re talking about – and where there is a machine, she’ll surely succeed! No sooner has she pressed the red button over there, the mech started to move, and it moved without care!

“AHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Ed, her voice choked up with fear!

“WOOOOOOOF!” screamed Ein, and to the right he tried to veer! He pressed all the buttons with his paws and his nose, and magically the machine stopped, and dozed.

“Oh Ein!” said Ed, with tears that were merry, “You saved our lives! I’m so happy! Very!”

But unknown to them, as they had yet to have seen, they had entered a room where a brawl was happening!

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Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV

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Cyan Garamonde – 1/3

The Bar Brawl

The Thame’s Mess Hall had gotten really messy as, apparently, more and more contestants and sailors arrived to take part on the fight. Cyan quickly dodged a green bottle that flew towards him and hit the rusty walls behind the knight, scattering shards of green glass all over the bar – now turned into a battlefield.

The Chief had ran out of armor, but proved to be an excellent melee fighter as he fought –Big Joe- with his (almost) bare hands. Despite all the flashy moved, -Big Joe- was a less than average fighter – not to mention that all the alcohol he had drank didn’t quite help with his reflexes. –Big Joe- stumbled back as the Chief’s fist connected to his jaw, then to his stomach. The punched landed with such strength that the Gear part dealer soon fell to the ground, unconscious.

Cyan leapt towards two other sailors that, a broken bottle and a gun in hand, were ready to attack the Chief from behind. The Doma knight soon learnt not to underestimate his armor clad ally. The soldier spun around quickly, and even unarmed, was able to defend himself easily against the drunken sailors – the first quickly fell as the Chief’s elbow connected to his face, and the second shortly afterwards after a swift kick in the guts.

“Sir John, are you alright? I’m afraid we have caused quite a commotion here.” Cyan said as he approached the soldier, who had just knocked out yet another sailor that tried to attack him from behind.

“Affirmative. However, Cortana tells me that it is imperative that we take care of the current threat now, otherwise it might spread throughout the ship.”

In the opposite side of the room, the youth slammed the back of his sword against yet another sailor that tried to bury a broken bottle in the back of a squirrel (!) – a loud mouthed squirrel even, wearing sunglasses and clad in black designer’s clothes (he, of course, would never admit it). To add insult to injury, the squirrel was completely drunk, and Red soon noticed as the once cute furry animal stumbled across the bar kicking and punching random sailors – if Red hadn’t known better, he would’ve thought the squirrel was a drunken kung fu master (when the truth was that Conker was really only drunk, as he didn’t know anything about Kung Fu other than the fact that Kung Fu movies had really bad dubbing).

Red shrugged and continued to fight against the mob – occasionally avoiding the huge woman-thing that seemed to have a lot of fun crushing people’s bones. Apparently, no one was man enough to fight her – as she (?) had boldly shouted many a times as she squished drunken sailor after drunken sailor with her weight.

Unfortunately, for her (?), there was a squirrel in the bar.

“Yo, fat lady!” The cute little thing spoke. “Fuck you!” he said as he drew two gigantic machine guns – bigger than Master Chief’s AM5B assault rifles – out of thin air (!) and pulled the trigger as, at the same time, Red, Cyan and the Chief leaped under anything that could cover them.

The only thing that could be heard inside the Mess Hall, aside from the gunshots, was Conker’s laughter.

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1 R-Vote to Lisa

1 A-Vote to Terry Board (Sad)
1 A-Vote to -Nabeshin- (Sad)
1 A-Vote to Batman (Sad)
1 A-Vote to Khrima

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Safety dump. I'll probably sleep though the end of the round. If I don't, I'll cancel this dump.

1 A-Vote to Nabeshin
1 A-Vote to Batman

Yoshi ate them.
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Dumping my R-votes. Hate to not really post any story this round, but bleh. Today was not a good day for a tournament.

Hopefully, next round will be better for me. If it isn't, I'll drop.

Using Kitchen Sink JP on Batman, Chaining to Yoshi's a-vote (-2 JP)

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Might as well make my final dumps too.

A-Vote to Nabeshin Damn that Warthog....
R-Vote to Batman Because after Wesker kicked his ass, he needs the healing. Very Happy
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Drizzt's blades went low, bidding the Jedi Master to bring his weapon down and leave Drizzt's free scimitar an opening. However, the Jedi's reflexes were as quick as his own, and as the second scimitar feigned down and swung up, Revan twisted the blade of his weapon out, around, and up to deflect Drizzt's attack. Revan parried, knocking the high scimitar out and leaving Drizzt's chest exposed, one blade up and another down.

Drizzt expected the opening, and twisted his body low and back. His foot swept through Revan's ankles as the Jedi stabbed his blade where Drizzt was moments before, and the falling Revan hit on his back into a backwards roll, his blade extinguished as he rolled across the deck and eventually up to his feet.

Revan reignited his saber, and stood square with Drizzt, who didn't dare to rush in on a swordsman with such obvious skill, even one who was rolling across the ground.

"Your swordsmanship is impressive, elf. But what can you do about this?"

Revan reached his hand out and whipped Twinkle from Drizzt's right hand, and held it in the air meters above the drow. Drizzt had seen similar spells, but without so much as a whisper or a motion? This was a mage to rival Cadderly or Halaster himself.

"That's...incredible. But you forget about this."

Drizzt summoned a globe of Darkness over the Jedi Master and quickly sprung into the air, grabbing his floating scimitar as Revan temporarily lost concentration on the object. Landing deftly on his toes, Drizzt came in on Revan, who sensed the drow coming the whole way. Heads turned on the deck as the dark elf charged into the globe of pure shadow, many sailors ran to the deck as sparks began to erupt from the orb.

Drizzt could feel the Jedi's movements, hear the betraying hum of his lightsaber, and could almost predict the Jedi's next actions. Drizzt had spent decades of his life enshrouded in darkness, and Mooshie, his Ranger mentor, had taught him the art of blindfighting early in his training.

Drizzt noticed that the Jedi's movements were slowing, and he followed suit, continuing to keep his guard but not wanting to violate the friendly nature of the duel. It wasn't until he heard Revan's voice that he knew exactly what was happening.

The Force flows strongly through you, Drizzt Do'Urden.

"You're in my mind?"

Yes, drow, but I mean you no harm. I merely wish to communicate in a less obvious manner.

Drizzt and Revan continued to duel, Revan's blade coming over and down to slash at Drizzt's left shoulder. Drizzt brought his left scimitar up high, and moved the right about him to knock aside the Jedi's swift sidekick.

The Force is strong with you, Drizzt. In time, you could learn to command the Force and use it to do good.

Drizzt was fighting defensively now, parrying attacks and not bothering to riposte. Revan's blade stabbed in now, and Drizzt leapt back and deflected it away with both scimitars.

What are you talking about? What is the Force?

Revan came in again, his swing perpendicular to the deck as it arced The Force binds all living things together toward's the drow's midsection and gives life., but the drow was quick to twist his scimitar down and bring the blade It surrounds us, flows through us, gives us up and raise the Jedi's arm. Drizzt saw his opening, and latched onto the Jedi's arm, wrapping his own arm around the Jedi's and wrenching it around. The Jedi dropped his lightsaber, which extinguished itself as it fell, and Drizzt brought his other saber up to an inch from the Jedi's throat.

Life.

The orb of darkness disappeared then, the mystified crew of the ship witnessing pitch black disappear into a dark elf with a blade to a Jedi's throat.

How do you speak into my mind?

Revan smiled, apparently unshaken by the perfectly sharp blade an inch from his throat.

We are connected through the Force. Your destiny and my own are just as connected as a tree's roots to the earth.

And you could teach me to use this Force as you do?

"I can, if you desire. The Force is a powerful ally in the fight for the Light Side."

Drizzt realized what he was doing then, and released the Jedi Master, sheathing his scimitars in a blindingly quick motion.

"We shall see. Until then, perhaps you'd like a flagon of ale?"

Revan grinned, and retrieved his fallen weapon.

"Correllian, if they have it."

Drizzt raised a white eyebrow at this, but shrugged internally and motioned Revan to come along with him into the vessel's cabin.

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Missed some tags in there.

Edit 2: 1 A-Vote to Nabeshin to finish up the dumping.
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